Join The Digital Age - Spencer x Streamer! Fem! Reader

So I had an idea of what Spencer would be like reacting to various different video games, what better way to react to games than with a significant other who is a know twitch streamer/gamer type! If people don't like the streamer route, I'll probably change it to just a casual gamer thing! This will probably be a fun little miniseries I write while I'm working on my longer Spencer series so the chapters on this might not be super long... Anyway! Enjoy! Xxx Divider: @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

Stardew Valley

Spencer pov

Coming home to (y/n) has been the highlight of my day for the last two months, since we moved in together. I knew vaguely what she did for a living, she told me she was a streamer, and apparently, quite a popular one. There have been multiple times, whilst out on a date, or just going to the store to pick up groceries, where (y/n) has been recognised, people freaking out over seeing her in person and wanting a picture, or a hug (I was quick to tell her how many germs she could get from hugging a stranger).

I thought it was nice, I knew roughly how much money she made, she always helped with rent, even if she didn't need to, she randomly bought me presents, whether they were cardigans, fidget toys for when I was on a case, or books that I had justified as too expensive to purchase for myself. She spoiled me, and if I was being honest, I was really enjoying it...

Living with a person for even a month, you walk in on various things, some are perfectly innocent, like when I walked in, exhausted after a week long case in New York. I had text (y/n) to let her know I was on my way home, it was late so I was expecting her to be in bed by that point, but she was up, in the kitchen, cooking dinner and waiting on me. Other things I had walked in on, like accidentally barging in on her in the shower (she still thinks I did this on purpose) were... Less than innocent.

One thing I had never walked in on, was (y/n) during a stream. Now her followers knew about me, in that they knew their favourite streamer was in a relationship and had recently moved in with him, they questioned why her background of her set up had changed so drastically, but they didn't know who I was as a person. (y/n) wanted me to keep my privacy as long as we could manage.

But she wasn't in a very secluded space, there wasn't a huge amount of space in my apartment, but we had made room in the living room for her desk and computers, I joked that it reminded me of Garcia's office, they would get along great. So when I entered our place (still gives me shivers calling it 'our' place), I hadn't text her to let her know I was on my way home, hoping to surprise her with take out and a few snacks for a movie night.

I walked in and was frozen, her face was lit up by three separate monitors, one showing her stream chat, one showing her set up prognosis and one with a pixelated game that I had never seen her playing before. She was a sight... She was all smiles, in comfy clothing, laughing at some of the messages, thanking people for following or donating and generally just being the happy ball of sunshine that I fell for in the first place.

But now I realised, her followers could see me entering the apartment in her camera...

(y/n) pov

I smiled as I tended to my animals and crops on my little farm. Hearing a familiar jingle, I looked at the chat monitor, to see that someone had donated five dollars, an automated message from an account called Babygirl79 being read by a chat bot, 'Hi (y/n)! I love your streams, Stardew is by far my favourite game so I was super happy to see you streaming it! Hope you have a good day!'

I smiled, "Aw, thank you so much Babygirl! Be honest, did you just send me that message so I would have to say baby girl on a live?" I giggled, "But I hope you have a good day too!" I went back to my game, making some small comments, but really just trying to keep the cosy, quiet atmosphere that came from playing this simple little farming sim.

Now, I had moderators for my chat, they were working through all of the messages and highlighting any that they wanted me to see in particular, but I still flitted my eyes over to that side of my desk every so often, responding to any messages that caught my gaze, so when I saw repeated messages of, 'Who's that behind (y/n)?', I got kind of nervous.

I turned my head sharply, seeing Spencer, trying to clumsily amble his way into the apartment without disturbing me, now that he realised that I was on stream and he was being recorded. I laughed, seeing him in all his fumbling glory, I turned back to the camera, "It's okay you guys, that's my boyfriend, he lives here." I mentioned sweetly. "Don't bother trying to find him on socials, he doesn't have any, he's a special lil cinnamon roll who doesn't like technology..." I whispered.

"I heard that!" Spencer guffawed from the kitchen, setting down what looked like Chinese food. I chuckled in response, raising a brow in a joking way to my face cam.

"Spence, if you want to, you can come over and say hi?" I offered, knowing that if he felt uncomfortable, he would say no. But surprisingly, he shuffled over, standing rather awkwardly behind my chair, resting a hand on the back rest.

"How many people are watching you playing a video game?" He asked, ever curious. I smiled at him softly, a silent 'hello' and 'welcome home', before answering.

"Right now? About a thousand people, but now that update 1.6 has come out, there's probably going to be a flood of people new to the game..." I mentioned casually. Spencer's eyes widened.

"How do you talk in front of so many people all the time?" He asked, gobsmacked.

I laughed, "You tell me hon, you just did!" I told him, seeing his cheeks reddening at the idea. "But honestly, I just try to be myself, I enjoy the games I play, especially this one!" I told him, and the camera.

Spencer watched the screen as I gave Linus a coconut, seeing the heart pop up above his head, "What exactly are you playing?" He asked quietly.

"It's a game called Stardew Valley, it's essentially a digital farm that you take care of, you can grow crops, adopt animals, make a butt load of money and products and talk to all the NPCs!" I told him with a smile, as I moved my character over to the mountain mines.

Spence tilted his head, "NPCs?" He asked.

"Non-player characters, AI from the game with a set list of dialogue and events." I told him, he nodded along as I explained. I explained that you can befriend and even marry the NPCs, by giving them gifts, how each gift has a different reaction from different villagers and the basic quests of the game.

I looked over at the chat, seeing all the messages, 'Spencer is so cute!', 'They're so cute together!', 'Would love to see them playing together!'. I chuckled at all the comments, mentioning briefly that Spence was a technophobe, leading to his comment of indignation.

Little did I know that later that weekend I'd be teaching him how to play the game, he went out and bought a laptop so he could sit at my desk with me.

Hope this was okay! I know it's short, but I hope you guys liked it, from the response of the poll, it looks like The Last of Us will be the next game we do! Also, should (y/n) meet Garcia?? Love you guys! Xxx

Spencer Poll!

So I'm going ahead with my idea of making Spencer reacting to his SO playing various video games, I'm gonna start with Stardew Valley, cause I've been playing it non stop and know a lot about it... But to start! Should reader be a gamer, or a streamer? (COMMENT)

Next! Answer the poll of which game I should do next!

IDEA!

Hello there Spencer lovers! I have an idea that I think could be really cool (I trust nobody here to steal it...)! Can you wonderful Spencer readers (Reiders?) send me random video games that you would want Spencer to react to his partner (Any gender) playing? I'm teaching my youngest brother to play Stardew Valley, and I thought, how would Spencer like the game??? So send me anons, or with your user, of video games you like! And I will write up how I think Spencer will react to you playing it and whether he would play it too! Let me know if that's something you want to see!

Hi hi!! I LOVED your recent post bestie!!😊❤️ and was wondering if I could please request headcanons between angel dust x gn!reader where reader finds out it’s Angel’s birthday from Cherri but is confused why Angel wouldn’t tell anyone about it, especially them. Cherri decides to reveal why he doesn’t like his birthday that much and reader makes it their personal mission to surprise him with the best birthday ever🥰 Just all around lovey dovey fluff and Angel being soft and affectionate towards reader🩷 thank you!!!🫶🏼

Yay! I completely forgot it was Angel's birthday yesterday! Do you know why he might not like his birthday? Could it be people making jokes all day and so he's not sure they mean it if they wish his a happy birthday? Or is there something I'm missing lol!

L'amore Italiano - Angel Dust x GN! Reader Headcanons

How You React to Angel Dust Speaking Italian

This was a lovely ask that an anon sent me earlier! Tumblr has been playing up today and not saving my stuff... So! I hope this ends up okay... Please note! I do not speak Italian, so these are just translations I found that seemed accurate! Hope that's okay! On with the show! Xxx

Regular Hazbin Warnings Apply!

~ You'd been bust looking for Angel for the last twenty minutes, at this point you were getting worried. ~ You'd text him at least a dozen times, you remember when you used to be worried about being too clingy for him, but he reassured you a dozen times, that he loved it. ~ After the way he was treated most of the time while he was alive, it was common for him to appreciate things that other demons would usually despise, like the coddling and the constant texting. ~ When the two of you were alone, he wasn't Angel Dust, he was Anthony. It was you and him and Fat Nuggets in your own little world, and it was everything either of you wanted. ~ So when you text him earlier, to see if he had eaten lunch, he was in a bad mood, Val had been driving him mad all day, there had been too many guys for him to deal with, so when he tapped out, Val tried to grab a hold of him as he left, but he said he'd come home early. ~ But he still hadn't come up to your room. ~ When he had a day like this, Anthony turned from the sexy, dirty minded, full of innuendos Angel Dust, to someone who wanted nothing to do with sex, he instead wanted to cuddle up and watch some stupid reality show (his favourite at the moment was Cannibalising The Kardashians). ~ So for a while, you sat on the bed, playing with Fat Nuggets, scrolling through Sinstagram, having some fun going through Anthony's closet, but now you were getting worried, he should have been home by now... ~ So you went out to look for him, by now, you had reached the lobby, able to hear Angel's heavy accent, he was at the bar with Husk. ~ You smiled, you were glad he was okay and safe at the hotel, the two of you adored Husk, he had helped Angel out of spirals too many times to count. ~ So you stayed quiet, not wanting to interrupt. ~ "Honestly, Val is being such a pain in the ass! Literally! Like, jeez! I need to be able to recover from days like that, but all the days have been like that recently!" He groaned, getting more and more upset. ~ "È sempre, 'Angie succhia questo, Angie scopali,' mi sto stancando fottutamente!" Anthony spat. ~ You felt a shiver run down your spine, you had no clue what Anthony was saying, but holy shit, was it hot! He rarely ever spoke Italian, unless he was immensely angry, and naturally, he'd never gotten that angry at you... ~ But now? Fuck, you wish he had... ~ "Onestamente! Fanculo!" He exclaimed. ~ You wandered over, trying to hide how flustered you were, your cheeks definitely felt flushed... ~ "Angel?" You cooed, leading him to look over his shoulder, see you and relax. ~ "Hey hon, sorry, you probably been texting me, my phone died on the walk over." He told you, wrapping his lower arms around your waist, leaning down to kiss your forehead. ~ Usually when he did this, he'd lean back, smirk and call you short. You'd usually respond by calling him a tree, but he didn't seem very fun-loving today... ~ You tentatively asked, "Everything okay?" ~ Angel nodded, "Yeah, just needed to let off some steam, Val has been really pissing me off today. Stronzo..." He murmured. ~ Jesus, you almost squeaked. ~ Fortunately, Anthony didn't notice. ~ Unfortunately, Husk did... ~ You dreaded the smirk that came across his face. ~ He looked to Angel, "Hey, what does that word mean?" He asked curiously, obviously fake, "What was it again?" ~ Angel looked at him, "What, Stronzo?" He asked. ~ Husk looked at you, seeing your shoulders tense and you shift on your feet, he nodded to Angel. ~ "It means asshole, why?" He asked again. ~ Husk chuckled deeply, "Cause it looks like someone liked the sound of that word... Or maybe the way you said it?" He told Anthony, looking over at you. You winced. ~ Angel followed Husk's gaze, raising and brow and looking you over. ~ He knew you better than anyone, he knew the signs when you were getting a bit hot and bothered and you definitely were! ~ Anthony smirked. You sighed. ~ "Oh, you like that do ya? Cara mio?" He purred in your ear, his arms tightening around you. ~ You ducked your head, the chill spreading across your neck.

This is as much as I could get before tumblr pissed me off... Enjoy! I hope this was okay! Xxx

Hey there!! I was wondering if I could request Angel Dust x gn!reader headcanons where reader overhears Angel talking to Husk at the bar, ranting in Italian about his shitty day at work with Val, and reader is just like “hot damn…”😳😳😳. Husk notices and calls reader out in front of Angel just to tease them a little, but no, Angel being the little shit he is, takes this to his FULL advantage😏 and literally flirts with them in Italian nonstop, calling them pet names, saying the most provocative things to reader in front of everybody🥵 mans is truly a menace and such a smirky little shit the whole time just to see reader flustered🔥

Sorry this is so long, I tried being a little too specific but no rush in getting to this! Take all the time you need love!!❤️ Love your work and thank you!!🫶🏼

So! I have this written up and ready to post, once tumblr lets me... I'll try and it now, I would tag you but obviously, it's anonymous! Either way, I hope you like it!!

Help?

I have an idea for a mini series, maybe 4-6 parts? Spencer x unsub fem! reader, she's kinda a vigilante character, not a sociopath or psychopath, she doesn't enjoy it, but she gets rid of people who she believes the law have gone easy on, she gives her victims a faux burial and has collected a following and nicknames, The Grim Reaper, or Lady Death. Is that something people would be interested in reading? Yes there will be a fair amount of angst in it, but will have a happy ending, cause I can see Spencer falling for her quite quickly and is incredibly confused about it... Anyway! Comment below and let me know!

Hazbin Hotel x GN! Reader Headcanons

Hi all! So I finished the show recently in the span of a day, after waiting years after the pilot released! Loved it, obviously! So I wanted to start doing some headcanons for the show, since it's all I can really think about... Anyway! Enjoy! Xxx TW: Swearing, murder, death, insanity, typical Hazbin warnings.

How They React to You Being Powerful (And a Bit InSaNe)

Alastor:

I feel like Alastor would be interested, but worried, especially if you just came out of nowhere, but if you were his significant other, I feel like he'd be a bit proud...

~ Alastor had been invited by Vox, over for dinner or a drink, he was curious, he figured it would be an entertaining evening, so he decided to go, and bring you along. ~ As his partner, both in business and personally, you were usually mixed in with Alastor's shadows, always close by, so the Vees weren't all that shocked to see you there with him. ~ Velvette was intrigued by you, wondered about your fashion sense, and Alastor's, Valentino hit on you as soon as he saw you were there, leaving Alastor's eye to twitch slightly in annoyance, Vox considered you an inconvenience, in his way. ~ So when he brought up that you should leave the room so that the 'grown-ups' could talk, you had to hold back your anger, and Alastor. ~ You placed a gentle hand on his chest, keeping him from trying to throttle Vox, until he brought up, "You probably wouldn't understand half the shit we're talking about anyway!" Vox laughed. ~ At that point, your own eyes began to glow, "Oh?" You giggled, "Is that so?" ~ The Vees seemed to realise that they had overstepped, beginning to physically step back. ~ You laughed loudly, "As if moving away will SaVE YOu!" You cackled, lifting your hand, the lights in the room beginning to flicker and then, one by one, they shattered. ~ You skin began to ripple with power, as you motioned for the many mirrors and windows along the walls to shatter inwards, glass and shards flying towards the room's occupants. ~ Once you'd calmed down, Alastor smiled proudly, although the smile was always there, and placed his own hand on your shoulder in comfort, "Incredible display my dear! I think we're done here..." He practically growled, as the two of you turned and left.

Angel Dust:

Angel would obviously be turned on, but would also be incredibly shocked, he knew you as the sweet and innocent lamb that he so loved to tease, seeing you as the dominant, scary, powerful demon was new for him.

~ Angel had left his phone at the hotel, something you knew he'd get upset and stressed about having left, so you, being the amazing you, decided to go to his workplace and bring it to him. ~ You knew that Angel didn't want you to go near that building, mainly because he didn't want you anywhere near Val, but you figured, as long as you went straight to Angel's dressing room and back again, you wouldn't run into him. ~ Angel had told you the night before, complained actually, that he would be working through lunch, so you decided to go then, bringing Angel some snacks for between shoots. ~ Unfortunately, they were having issues with the shoot, so everyone had paused production when you went in to see Angel. ~ Angel Dust looked in shock and fear when he saw you, and his eyes darkened significantly when he noticed the way Val was looking at you. ~ "And who is this?" Valentino purred, slinking over to you, "Lookin for something sweetheart?" ~ You shook your head and began speaking, rather confidently, "Sorry, I was just bringing Angel his phone, I realised he left it at home and just wanted to make sure he had it." You told him. ~ Angel quickly strode over, taking his phone and gently grabbing you by the elbow, he slid his phone into the pocket of his robe, using his second arms to wrap around your waist and try to lead you away from Val, "Sorry 'bout this Val, thank you baby, but you gotta go now," He whispered the last part to you. ~ Val grabbed Angel by the back of his robe, pulling him, and in turn you, back, "Now just wait a minute, Angie baby, your little beauty could be perfect for another production I'm running," He purred, his cigarette smoke curling around your throat, turning into smokey chains. ~ Angel Dust swiped them away, "No." He growled. ~ Val's smirk disappeared, grabbing Angel again, this time by his hair and pulling him away from you. ~ He didn't get far. ~ Instead he was tugged, shadowy fists grabbing Val by the back of his own coat, yanking him painfully backwards, until he let go of Angel and instead, turned to look at you. ~ "You FUckING daRE touCH Him!?" You practically shrieked. ~ Angel watched in mild horror, but mostly arousal as you whaled on Val, he knew he was gonna get it when you've left but if you're around, he wasn't that worried...

Husker:

I feel like Husker would be the only one who would actively be sort of scared if you showed off any kind of power. Especially if he was the one that caused it...

~ When you first came to the Hazbin Hotel, you weren't really interested in redemption or, anything, in particular, just needed a place to stay and figured it would be easy enough. ~ You were surprised to see a place so dead set on redemption, with something that indulged in sin, like the bar... ~ Sitting behind the bar was a demon you had never seen before, he had large wings with the symbols from the suits of a deck of cards decorating the bottom, but he also had big fluffy ears, whiskers and paws, all in all, he was confusing... ~ You walked over to him, "Hi, uh, this is a hotel right? Could I stay here?" You asked timidly, still new to the area, that area being Hell... You didn't want to piss off anyone, you didn't know how powerful they were... ~ The demon looked at you and spoke with a deep, gruff voice, "Look, I don't wanna be dealin with anymore people today, take a hike toots." He grumbled. ~ You rose a brow, "Excuse me?" You asked, quickly getting annoyed, your quick temper was one of the things that landed you here in the first place. ~ The demon sighed, "Jesus are you fucking deaf? I said, beat it bitc-" ~ Before he could finish his sentence, he looked back at you, your eyes had turned pitch black, and you almost seemed to grow in his presence, "What Did YOu jUSt saY to Me!?" You shouted, the words sounding garbled and underwater, but just as powerful. ~ Husker simply stared up at you, eyes wide, "Oh shit..."

Lucifer:

I feel like Lucifer would get overly emotional, whether that emotion is anger or joy is up to the situation entirely... Here's an idea!

~ When Charlie called the two of you, you were incredibly surprised that she wanted your help... ~ Being her father's current partner was probably not that easy for her, but Charlie was taking it extremely well! She knew you weren't there to replace her mother, simply to love her dad, and she liked that. ~ So when they got to the hotel, Charlie was tackled in a hug from her dad and then walked over and get you a warm hug as well, which made you happy. ~ Then Charlie began talking about various different things, her father greeting her over the phone, to which you face-palmed, and then about Adam wanting to move up the extermination and how worried she was about the hotel. ~ You looked at her concerned, "He didn't hurt you did he? Or threaten you at all?" You asked softly, knowing that Lucifer would go off on one if he heard his daughter was in trouble. ~ Charlie shifted on her feet, "Weeeell..." She began. ~ You paused in your questioning, slowly getting more and more worried, before you eyes changed, becoming slit pupils as you got upset. ~ Charlie stepped, "Uh, (y/n)?" She spoke softly, stepping back to avoid the backfire. ~ Lucifer stopped in his search of the hotel and his interrogating Alastor to look around, "Love?" He asked tentatively, seeing you, looking almost feral. ~ He practically rushed over to check on you, "What's going on?" He asked. ~ "That son of a bitch, angel trash, he's begging for a FucKINg AsS WhooPINg!" You practically snarled, becoming unhinged with each word. ~ Lucifer whispered over to Charlie, "What happened?" He was incredibly confused. ~ Charlie winced a bit, "I kind of told them that Adam had threatened me... A little... And then this happened!" She told her dad. ~ Lucifer looked at you lovingly, as you went outside and began trashing things, not wanting to destroy anything inside the hotel that Charlie was so fond of. ~ You went full bear mode for his daughter, there was a huge list of why he loved you, this was one of the top reasons.

I hope these were okay! If anyone has any requests, send me things! I love getting them! Bye for now my lovelies! Xxx

Fandom poll!

So, below, I've listed a number of fandoms that I currently write for, or want to write for, basically fandoms that I'm a part of and would be willing to write for! Let me know through votes to which ones you guys would want to see! Xxx

EDIT: I'm also thinking about writing for some Studio Ghibli characters!!

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Burn the Witch - Spencer Reid idea

Please nobody steal this! Lol! But I had an idea, wanted to run it by people before I started it!

TW: Graphic depictions of murder and torture...

Penelope came into the BAU building, panicking, she had been witness to a kidnapping...

The group sat her down, trying to calm her as they asked what happened, obviously confused.

Penelope said that whilst she was chatting to a friend of hers over a video chat, someone had broken into her apartment, not noticing the webcam on, the unsub pressed a cloth against her face, waiting for her to stop struggling, before leaving with her, out of the window.

The team searched for her, had police searching for her, but one day, she showed up...

CCTV footage showed her being shoved out of a van in front of the FBI building, the license plates removed and her eyes covered.

Seeing what had happened, some other agents ran to her, trying to help.

(y/n) immediately began to cry, screaming actually, in pure agony.

Spencer, who was walking to the building with Penelope, making sure she felt safe and protected after seeing her friend get taken, saw the trouble, and heard the screaming.

The two rushed over to her, Penelope almost crying in joy when she saw (y/n) safe... Well... Relatively.

There was a large puddle of blood soaking into her shorts, (y/n) clutched onto Penelope as Spencer, insisting on making sure the wound was clean, rolled up her shorts and was terrified.

He saw a very quickly festering wound, specifically a pentagram, that had been deeply carved into her flesh...

Any Questions?

So I've been writing for going on five years now! I know for a fact I'm not the best writer around, but I think my stuff is pretty decent! I was wondering if anyone had any questions, whether it be about writing advice, spelling, proofreading, or if you want me to read something you've written to give you more confidence in your skills! Let me know if that's something you're interested in and send me a message or an ask! Love you guys! Xxx

EDIT: I'm sorry to the people that see this looking for a fic, I just tagged the fandoms I write about or want to write about, sorry again!

Second Chances - Mattheo Riddle x reader

So this is the first time I have written anything for Mattheo, so I hope I do okay! It is all based off of the scenario I found in character.ai! I will put the link to it at the bottom of the chapter! Thank you very very much to the person who made this ai! Also, from what I've found, Mattheo is a fanfic character, rather than canon, but I like the thing going at the moment of him being Tom's younger brother before he becomes Voldemort, so has the same parents. I hope you enjoy the chapter! Xxx

WC: 2.7k

Fluff - Slight Angst - Slightly Suggestive - Arranged Marriage AU

Warning: Swearing

(y/n) pov

I sat at the vanity, going through my nightly routine, I had been here for a year, married to a man who didn't respect me and treated me like I was beneath him... I was married to Mattheo Riddle, the new Heir of Slytherin after his brother. The marriage was arranged over a year ago, I was moved to his home almost immediately, living in a small manor close to his larger family mansion, I was growing more and more miserable by the day.

The wedding was big and beautiful but for my side of the family, it felt more like a funeral and for the Riddle's side it was more like an auction, to see whether or not this piece of cattle their relative was marrying was worth them throwing some money at. My dress was gorgeous, but wasn't what I wanted, it was chosen by my mother in law. The bouquet was chosen by Mattheo's aunt. The music by his brother. The catering, his father. Nothing was what I wanted my wedding day to be.

I sighed as finished my routine, standing up to leave, when Mattheo came out of the bathroom, wet hair and a towel around his waist, his hands running through his dark locks. He saw me and looked at me in disdain, "What are you doing here?" He asked, not necessarily angry, but annoyed, he clearly hadn't had a very good day.

I sighed, as quietly as I could, to avoid him hearing me, "I needed to use the vanity and this was the closest one from my room, I'll be going back now." I told him, trying to slide past him to get to the door. I tried to keep a smile on my face, I always did, "I'll be across the hall, if you need me," I told him, like I did whenever I ran into him in the manor.

A smirk flitted across his face, "Maybe I do need you..." He grabbed me by the arm and pressed me against the door, closing it, trapping me in the room with him. I looked up at him in shock.

"W-what are you doing?" I asked, concerned. Mattheo chuckled darkly, leaning forward, close enough to feel his breath against my neck.

"What I want." He whispered, squeezing my biceps as I started to struggle. I struggled more, hearing his laughter, until eventually, I had had enough.

I pushed my hand against his chest, pushing in panic, "No!" I shouted at him, the noise reverberating and shoving him back, wandless magic wasn't uncommon, especially when the user is experiencing high emotions like anger or fear. He hit the post of his bed, bouncing back with a wince.

"How dare you!?" Mattheo growled at me, rubbing his back where the post hit him.

I glared back at him, "Deal with it! You might be a spoiled rich brat, who's used to getting what he wants when he stomps his feet and screams, but I am not going to have sex with someone who doesn't give a damn about me!" I shouted at him, less scared and more enraged now.

Mattheo looked at me with the same amount of fire, "What makes you think I don't give a damn about you!?" He shouted back, trying to get closer to me, as I stepped away from him. "Because I do! More than you could imagine!"

I raised a brow at him, "You treat me like I'm the dirt on your ridiculously expensive shoes!" I shouted, "What kind of sociopath thinks that's how you show someone you care about them!?" I finished.

Mattheo's mood changed, he calmed down, his posture relaxing and he became his cocky, annoying self again, "Because I know you can take it. I know how strong you are, how stubborn, how smart and self-assured you are. Kinda thought you liked it when I treated you with contempt. When I treated you, like you were less than me, I thought you liked it, didn't you." He said, a sinister smirk dancing across his face.

I shook my head in disbelief, it wasn't a question, it was a statement, he genuinely believed that I enjoyed him treating me like shit. "No. I didn't you insufferable prick!" I snarled at him, turning and prying open the door, I got across the hall to my room, a guest room I had called dibs on when I got here, then Mattheo moved into the room across the hall to get on my nerves. I locked the door behind me sitting on my bed, fuming.

I could hear Mattheo from here, growling and muttering to himself, before startling at the sound of a glass shattering against my door. "(y/n)! Get back in here!" He shouted, I ignored him. "Now!" I continued to ignore him, he continued to shout for me, throwing things around his room and having a tantrum.

He continued for an hour, to no avail. If he wanted to speak to me, he could damn well speak to me, but I refused to listen to shouting or screaming or him behaving like a child. The noise all stopped, leading me to think he'd finally given up, I picked up a book, looking through some basic healing potions for my grandmother, then there was a sharp knock at my door.

"What." I muttered, still reading my book, taking down notes, Mattheo's voice rang out from behind the door, "Can I come in?" The question was stern, not even waiting for me to respond before trying the doorknob, groaning when he realised the door was locked.

"Nope!" I responded cheerfully, he knew he could unlock the door with magic, but also knew I'd kick his arse if he did.

"Why not!?" He asked, getting more and more irritated, but he calmed his voice down, almost like he was gritting his teeth, "(y/n), please."

I huffed, "No! You still haven't realised why I'm upset!" I told him. I could hear him getting even more annoyed.

"Realised what!? (y/n) I'm not a fucking mind reader!" He growled, banging his fist against the door, leaning against it.

I sighed before opening the door, enough that I could see him, but not enough that he could push his way in, before ranting and glaring at him. "You haven't realised that you're a selfish, arrogant, pain in the ass. That I am the best thing that has ever happened to you because otherwise you would be alone! And that if I wanted to, I could leave you to die with nobody around who'd care!" I snarled.

Mattheo's eyes widened at my words, before narrowing, as though he'd realised his guard was down, his lip quivering slightly before curling into something more sinister. "Is that so? Well I guess that would mean all those times that I was mean or harsh to you... Those tears you shed when I mocked you... You shed them for no reason?" He asked, chuckling cruelly.

I smiled softly at Mattheo, something he clearly wasn't expecting, "I'm here because otherwise, your father and brother would have gone after my own parents, they can't protect themselves the way I can. So yeah, I put up with your shit, doesn't help that I've had a crush on you since I first saw you... Eight years ago at Hogwarts..." I finished quietly.

Mattheo raised a brow, a small smirk appearing, not malicious, interested, he chuckled quietly, "So... You put up with my behaviour, because you liked me?" He asked, incredulously.

I huffed a laugh, "No. I had a crush on you. Once I realised how much of a fuckwit you are, those feelings have been going away since I started seeing more and more of your personality." I told him, harsh, but he needed to hear it.

Mattheo's smile fell, when he spoke again, his voice was quiet and almost desperate, "So... There's no chance of winning you back?" He practically whispered.

I laughed, a quick, loud laugh, "What do you mean 'back'? You never had me in the first place! You just treated me like shit because I'm the only one that would put up with your bull." I grumbled at him. Mattheo nodded sarcastically.

"Okay, fine. Then would you be willing to give me a second chance? I can be better, nicer. I can be a better husband. I can learn to love you. Please?" He asked, quietly.

I laughed again, with no humour, "Learn to love me? I'd rather we continue the way we were! Continue to be in a pretend marriage, potentially having affairs with other people than have you learn to love me!"

Mattheo looked at me, confused, "So you'd rather I continue to treat you like garbage than be a better man for you?" His voice was filled with disbelief and confusion, throwing his hands up in the air in frustration, his brow furrowed and his jaw clenched.

I groaned, my hands moving to grab my hair, "No! I'd rather you let your walls down and let me see who you actually are! Start from the beginning and get to know each other! If you care about me now, then you would do as I ask. If you don't think you can do that, then leave me alone." I told him, my voice going quiet.

Mattheo stops, thinking to himself about what I'd asked, "Fine... Yes, I'll try. But you need to be honest with me. You need to allow me to know who you are as well, we need to start getting to know each other properly, right? That's what you want?" He asked.

I nodded, "Obviously." I told him.

Mattheo suddenly smiled, a smile I had never seen on him before, it was light and airy, carefree... "Great. We can start now then." He said, almost business-like with his seriousness. He held out his hand to rest in front of me.

I looked at it in confusion, "What are you doing?" I asked, curious. He looked back at me, the smile still there, sort of eerily, considering how little I see that look on him.

His smile quirked, almost like he was trying to hide a laugh, "Extending my hand to you, so that you may shake it." He said, his voice overly snooty, "You told me that when I allow myself to be vulnerable and open with you, that we could begin getting to know each other, well, that's what I'm doing, that's what I want. Now, shall we shake on it?" He asked.

I nodded slowly, reaching out to shake his hand, "Fine, but I want more than a shake, I want a pact, a vow." I told him honestly.

Mattheo seemed to agree, pulling out his wand, seemingly to cast an unbreakable vow, I shook my head, "No, I don't want that." I told him. He looked at me, more confused, "I want you to promise me, and mean it. I don't want you to have to tell the truth or face magical consequences, just tell the truth because you want to work with me, rather than against me." I told him, smiling softly.

Mattheo merely smiled back at me, "A promise that we only speak the truth with one another? A promise to let our guards down and to let each other be exposed? A promise to get to know each other on a deeper level and see where this marriage take us?" He asked, curiously.

I nodded with a smile, "Yes, but maybe we just start off as strangers, we practically are anyways, being married is merely a title." I murmured, messing with the silver rings on my left ring finger. I started taking them off. Mattheo looked at my hand, seeming concerned, but shakes it off.

He nodded, "That's a good idea, let's pretend that we've never met each other before." He paused and cleared his throat, clicked his heels together as he stood to attention, leaning down in a bow, causing me to look at him in extraordinary shock, "Well, stranger, what is your name?" He asked.

I giggled, probably for the first time since the wedding and moving to this place, "(y/n) (l/n)," I told him, purposefully using my maiden name, "And yours?"

Mattheo once again, reached his hand out to shake mine, I took it gently, shaking it, as though meeting him for the first time, "Mattheo Riddle, at your service." He told me, with a charming, sly smile. "Could I ask you something?" He asked.

I kept shaking his hand, "Of course."

"What's your favourite colour?" He smiled softly.

I giggled, "(f/c)," I whispered.

"Can I ask something else?" He asked again.

I laughed, "Mattheo, you can ask as many questions as you'd like, as long as you answer them for yourself as well, I'd like to know these things about you too!" I told him cheerfully.

He smirked, looking me up and down, "Well, seeing as you're in your night attire... Can I ask if you're single and if not, would your partner mind me seeing you like this?" He smirked, playfully.

I chuckled lightly, "Oof, that's a complicated question, I was married for about a year," I murmured, smirking playfully back at him, "But he was a bit of a jerk... We've taken a break..." I told him.

Mattheo smirked, coming closer, "So you're single?" He asked, wiggling his eyebrows at me.

I rolled my eyes, "Not exactly, as much as he is a jackass, he's still my husband, and I really only have eyes for him..." I murmured, looking up at his eyes bashfully, Mattheo giving me a smirk in response.

"You still love him, then?" He asked, raising a brow.

I chuckled, "Oh, I never said I loved him, I just think he's hot."

Mattheo laughed with me, "Then why are you still with him?" He asked, almost cautious.

I smiled sadly, "I didn't have a choice. He did. Arranged marriage from my side, from his, his parents picked the prettiest one, the one they thought would give him pretty babies and I had to say yes..." I told him, I knew he didn't know anything about my family's side of the arrangement.

His mouth fell open, "Wait... You weren't given the choice? You were... Forced, to marry me?" He asked, my eyes were sad when I saw his, he seemed almost broken by the knowledge.

I shrugged, "I wasn't against marrying you. But your father gave my parents an offer, I marry you, or they die. I knew you from school, you were smart, sexy, confident and had a bad streak which was super attractive, but you hardly knew me..." I told him.

Mattheo began pacing nervously, "So, the past few years... All of our arguments and everything else... It's all a result of me being forced upon you by my parents?" He whispered sadly.

I sighed, taking Mattheo's hand and pulling him over to the bed, sitting him down and gently sitting next to him. "No Mattheo, I knew I liked you... Granted you've been an arse... But the idea of you being with me was worth the lack of choice... Rather than being forced to sit as a guest at your wedding..."

Mattheo sighed in relief, "So you could still like me?" He asked, "You could grow to feeling something... More?"

I smiled, nodding.

"And to do that, you want me to be completely transparent with you." He continued, "Now the question is, do you want me to sugar coat, or do you want the cold, hard truth?"

I raised my brow, "The hard truth, surely you knew that already." I told him.

He nods in appreciation, looking at me straight in the eyes before looking away. He took a deep breath and began to talk in a more serious voice than he's ever used around me before, his expression stern and serious.

"I'm a selfish man, I'm a narcissist and a prick. When my parents got to know other families, it became clear to them that we were perfect for one another. Your father and mother told me how beautiful you were, when they showed me a picture, I knew they hadn't lied, you were fucking gorgeous! My father told me, when I chose you, about what a prize I had won..."

Gods I hope that was okay! I'll put the link to the character in character AI that I used here! Let me know if you want me to continue this story with the conversation I continue to have with the AI lol! Xxx

You're My Prize - Todoroki Shoto x Fem! Reader (Mafia AU!) - Pt 3

Sorry this took so long, once again... I'm a bad author... Anyway! I hope you guys enjoy this chapter! ______________________________

3rd Person pov

Shoto sat in total shock, not only had he learned that his father had happily handed him over to a Yakuza syndicate, but the leader of said syndicate wanted him to be her 'little dove', chose him over any money his father could have easily given her...

(y/n) was still stood behind him, her chest against his back and her hands gently caressing his arms. The sweet, gentle smile was back on her face, a far cry from the confident smirk she was wearing earlier. Shoto was so confused! Which side of her was the real her? (y/n) seemed to notice that the poor man wasn't processing all of this very well. She tried to lean away from him, to give him time to get used to all of this information, but Shoto wrapped his fingers tightly around her gloved hands, tugging her back to him.

Kenji moved quickly, starting to make his way over to the two of them, clearly believing that Shoto was going to attack (y/n), but she held up a hand, halting him in his place. She brought Shoto's head to her chest, soothingly stroking his hair. Even though the chair in between them made this position uncomfortable, Shoto was grateful for the comfort.

(y/n) felt awful for the man, he had just had the life he knew ripped away from him, now he was in a cold, seemingly empty house, surrounded by strangers and a woman who wants to use him for her own devices. Looking up from Shoto, (y/n) looked up at Kenji, "Get my room ready, he'll be staying with me for a while." She told him, her voice all business but the words she used made Shoto look up at her with a start.

"What?" He asked, curious. His eyes glistened with brimming tears, looking into them, (y/n)'s heart melted slightly. She tried to be the cold-blooded killer she was, but she couldn't help it, her heart ached for this poor man.

"You can't be on your own with all this new information, you don't have to stay in my room if you don't to, I just thought it might be something you'd like, you might feel more comfortable in your own room of course..." (y/n) had begun rambling, she never did this. She was always calm and collected, saying what was on my mind in a concise manner. (y/n) could see even Kenji being shocked at her behaviour.

She didn't want to make Shoto any more uncomfortable and scared than he already was. He looked into her eyes, his mismatched eyes meeting (e/c), he nodded gently. (y/n) smiled softly at him, "So, dinner?" She asked, he nodded again, still confused and speechless. "If you want to know anything, my inside businesses, the people who work for me, anything, just ask. I can't guarantee I'll be completely honest with you at the moment, I don't know if you can be fully trusted yet." She said truthfully.

Shoto nodded, picking at his food that had been placed in front of him, (y/n) sat in the chair to his side, not across from him, she wasn't hugely hungry, and he needed her close at that moment. As he sat there, thinking and eating, she gently raked her fingers through his hair, doing her best to calm him.

"Who was that man? The one you... That I saw earlier?" He asked timidly. She could admit, it was quite amusing to see the once great pro hero Shoto Todoroki so bashful in her presence, (y/n) couldn't help a small smile.

"That man was just a calculation error. He owed me a significant amount of money, he had the ability to pay me back, not once, but twice, he chose to spend that money on his gambling addictions. Whatever he owed me, has been written off and his family will be compensated for his passing." She told him, her voice back to being business like.

Shoto looked intrigued but obviously quite horrified, it's not every day a person you're having dinner with turns out to have killed someone, let alone as many people as (y/n) have. "But, how could you say that...?" He asked softly, so soft it was a whisper.

"Say what my dove?" She asked him, using a napkin to wipe the corner of his mouth, causing him to blush. (y/n) couldn't help but smirk slightly, the satisfaction of getting him to blush was too insistent.

"You called him a calculation error... Acting as though his death meant nothing, you've left a family without a father and a husband and you're showing no remorse for it..." He told her, his voice becoming more confident as he grew more passionate in his point, too bad it was misguided passion.

"Dove, if you knew what I knew, about human beings, about Fujima Hiroto, you would understand why I did what I did. Mr Fujima was nothing but a petty thief, a terrible gambler and a wife beater." (y/n) began talking light and sweet, but her voice became hard and venomous. "If there is one thing I cannot abide, it's domestic violence, in any form."

Shoto sat shocked, he hadn't known any of that about the man, obviously because he had just seen the murder, nothing else, but was all of that really true, he looked to Kenji for some sort of answer, he solemnly nodded his head, revealing more than an answer. (y/n) raised a hand behind her head slightly, Kenji walking up and placing a file in her hands.

Setting the file down in front of Shoto, she began flipping through it, there were dozens of pictures of Mr Fujima doing less than legal things... Bribing an officer, leaving an illegal casino, countless images of him abusing his wife, and pages upon pages of papers that seem to indicate him being involved in organising and illegal fighting ring and fraud...

"Yes Mr Fujima owed me money, but if he were an honest man, I would have looked the other way and agreed to another extension, but he could have paid me back in full within the agreed upon time, he chose to spend and lose that money in a number of days. We have returned the money we took from him as payment to his wife, she will always be able to call on us if she needs help and we will gladly give it." (y/n) continued, less cold now.

"Now if you're finished with dinner, we could go to bed, it's getting late." There wasn't much room for argument as she stood up and took his hand in her's, gently nudging him from the chair. "Kenji, could you set up my room with some pyjamas for Shoto, I'll be taking him on a little tour in the meantime." She asked.

Kenji nodded and left with a small bow. Shoto was confused and said so, "I'm perplexed, if you've known Kenji for so long and have been friends since you were children, why on earth do you treat him as a butler?" He asked, leading (y/n) to smile sweetly.

"Kenji is my oldest and dearest friend, but this was the role he chose for himself, he would prefer to be behind the scenes and act as the face of family, when in reality, he was always the carer, he would look after people when they were sick or sad, so this role allows him to do just that, he has my back and I have his." (y/n) explained simply.

Shoto nodded, although he was still confused, "Let's go dove, you can comprehend things after a good night's sleep." She told him, as we began walking through the many halls of the manor.

"To your left is the west wing, not forbidden by any means but you may prefer not to visit there, it's mainly business rooms and other... Activities." (y/n) told him, my voice dipping slightly, Shoto nodded quickly as she giggled at the aghast look on his face.

"The East wing is where most of the rooms are, although the only bedrooms currently in use are a few guest rooms for some of the staff, my room, your room and Kenji's. Other than that, there are multiple libraries with hundreds of books, an indoor and outdoor pool, the billiards room, ballroom, obviously you've seen our dining room, the parlour, the gallery and the gardens." (y/n) listed all of the amenities as though they were a daily occurrence, which for her they were.

Shoto's mind was running at a million miles a minute, his thoughts kept bouncing back to his father, his family was rich, but nothing like this! This manor made his home look like a dungeon, which of course to him it was... Previously, he was fretting about how to get away from this place, how to escape, now his brain was going through all the decisions it could. Which room to visit first? Naturally he was interested by the libraries, or the ballroom, or the gallery?

(y/n) laughed from her place beside him, "Don't worry my dove, we have all the time in the world, I have the day off this weekend, we shall explore then and I can show you around properly."

Shoto nodded excitedly, "I would enjoy that." He told her, a small smile gracing his face for the first time since that morning.

Just like that the tour was over, and Shoto had a new thing to worry about, he would be sleeping in the same room, and presumably, the same bed, as (y/n)... __________________________________

This chapter is slightly shorter than the others because it's getting late and I wanted to get this published! I am so sorry about the wait, but hopefully I should be more productive for a bit! I hope you enjoyed the chapter! Xxx

Honey - Steve Harrington x Single Mother! Reader - pt 2

Welcome to part two of my single mum fic! Sorry it's taken me so long to get this out, but I sort of screwed myself over, I left it at a place I couldn't figure out where to go from there. But I hope you guys like this! Xxx ____________________________

3rd Person pov

(y/n) hummed to herself as she walked through the aisles of the store, picking up products, glancing at the prices and then putting them back. She had baby Jamie in a wrap, pressed against her chest and Sam was trailing along behind her, holding on to her mama's sweater and her other hand gripping her blanket. A lot of the women in the store had already seen the little family walking around, either frowning in disdain or in absolute shock that the fabled single mother of Hawkins had such well behaved children, she seemed to be taking care of them with such ease!

(y/n) had a smile on her face as she picked up some things for dinner, still slightly humming to herself and the sleeping baby. As much as the glances and the 'quiet' comments bothered her, she was happy, she was away from her past and looking to her future with two wonderful babies!

"(y/n)?" A voice asked from behind her, turning around, she saw a head of dark, curly hair, arms covered in tattoos and a ripped shirt.

"Eddie?" She responded, keeping her voice low and even, looking him up and down, she was shocked at just how little he had changed. The two had been friends when she and her family lived just outside of town. Her father and Wayne had worked at the same car shop until Wayne and Eddie moved further into Hawkins, that was when the two of them were about thirteen.

Leaning an arm over the baby against her chest, she gave him a tight, one armed hug, "It's so good to see you again!" She smiled, already smelling the familiar scent of faint pot... Eddie smiled his signature grin, which quickly dropped when he noticed the children alongside his childhood friend.

"It's great to see you too! Who's this?" He asked, glancing at the baby and again at the toddler. (y/n) smiled shyly, introducing her kids to the metal head.

"These are my kids, this is Jamie, and this is Samantha, we recently moved back here." She told him, seeing his eyes widening in shock as he took them in. They were a family, the three of them, it was immensely obvious just how related the three of them were. They all had the same nose and Eddie could feel they were the same. (y/n) always had a certain aura about her, something that made everyone around her feel calm and soothed. He could see how baby Jamie relaxed into her chest, could see how Samantha got calmer the closer she got to her mother.

Eddie hadn't expected this, he saw her from behind and thought, 'It can't be her, no way, she left years ago...' And obviously there was the sudden show of kids... But she was here, this was the same girl he'd grown up with! And she has kids...

He couldn't wrap his head around it.

"Eddie?" (y/n) was waving a hand in front of his face, he seemed to have broken.

"Eddie?" Another voice seemed to appear from nowhere, coming up behind Eddie and clapping a hand onto his shoulder, startling him from his reverie. "Hey, I couldn't find the cereal you wanted so I just picked up-" Realising the two had company, the voice looked up and saw (y/n).

(e/c) met shocked, chocolate eyes, seeing Steve, the guy she had met the other day. "Steve!" She cheered, earning herself a smile from the young man holding the most sugary cereal she had ever seen and probably wouldn't let her little ones eat.

"Hey! It's good to see you, I wasn't expecting to see you again so soon!" He said, going to shake her hand but realised her hands were a bit full of baby Jamie, who he gave a small smile and a wave to. Turning to see Sam behind her leg, he bent down to say hi, offering her a wave and smile also. Seeing him there, Sam came out from behind her mama's leg slightly and went over to Steve, starting to clamber into his lap, seeing as how he was low to the floor.

(y/n) stuttered, "Sam, honey, Steve might not want to cuddle!" She said quietly, hoping that she would understand and climb down without bawling her eyes out. Steve chuckled and sat firmly on the floor, helping Sam get comfy in his lap.

"It's cool, I'm just glad she likes me!" He said cheerily, smiling up at the young mother, who swore she felt her heart skip a beat at how cute the two of them looked together. At this point, Eddie had finally gotten over the news.

"So... You have kids now! When did that happen? Hey, who's the father?" He asked, his rapid fire question overwhelming even him. (y/n)'s face dropped suddenly, holding Jamie closer to her chest, protectively. Her foot turning towards Sam out of reflex.

Swallowing heavily and clearing her throat, (y/n) responded in a voice Eddie had never heard from her before, "They don't have a dad." It was a sound that was cold and sharp, clearly saying to stop asking. Eddie knew better, so he dropped it, reaching over tentatively to run his finger along Jamie's chubby cheek, eyeing (y/n) cautiously, to make sure that it was okay. She simply smiled her angel smile, her demeanour and bounced the baby in her arms.

Steve and Sam were getting along like a house on fire, she hadn't said a word, happily toying with the man's fluffy hair and listening to him babble and ask questions about how she liked living in Hawkins and what her favourite foods were. (y/n) couldn't help but melt at the scene, she had never seen her little girl so comfortable with anyone other than her, especially a stranger. She worried a little at how her heart skipped a beat, she had felt this feeling before and it hadn't ended well, she didn't want to make the same mistake in men twice.

Eddie seemed to have another revelation seeing Sam and Steve together, "Wait, you two know each other?" He asked curiously, looking between the two of them. (y/n) nodded, beginning to look through the aisles for things on her shopping list again. She began picking up very sensible items, herbs and spice to clearly put in a meal, unlike the children's cereal Steve just picked up for Eddie.

It made Steve realise just how different they were, he was deemed the mom of the group, but (y/n) was literally a mom, and she was kicking ass at it! Steve thought about the amount of times he'd tried to get Eddie to eat a bit healthier, like not buying the cereal that had three times the sugar and was three times the cost of healthy cereal... Seeing how (y/n) was interacting with the kids and Eddie, Steve fully believed that using her angelic voice, her beautiful smile and pure motherly instinct she could get him eating lettuce for every meal!

Steve hadn't realised just how much he had been staring at the young mother until Sam pulled on his hair and Eddie kicked him in the ribs at the same time. "Ow!" He told the metalhead disapproving, rubbing his side. Hearing (y/n) laugh at him was not something he knew he wanted, but it was delightful, like jingle bells... Steve tried to put Sam down to follow her mom down the aisle of the store, but she wouldn't budge, so he lifted himself to his feet, heaving her into sitting on his hip as he himself followed (y/n).

"So what's your plan for dinner tonight lil mama?" He asked the woman cheekily, leading to (y/n) giggling bashfully. Sam began jumping up and down, or as much as she could in Steve's embrace.

"Spaghetti!" She cheered excited, her mom smiling at her lovingly. Steve also smiled at the young girl.

"Spaghetti huh? Your mom's spaghetti must be awesome!" He enthused, loving the look the (y/n) was now giving the both of them at the sweet interaction.

Sam nodded quickly, "It's the bestest!" Causing Steve to chuckle at the sweet error, hearing a soft correction from the young girl's mother, the two practicing the word a few times.

Eddie popped into the conversation, "What's wrong with the word bestest?" He asked, testing the word a few times around his tongue.

"Because it's not a word, Edward." (y/n) admonished gently, "Then again, unless it was vulgar or forbidden, words weren't really your forte, were they?" She teased, Eddie faking a look of offence, placing a hand over his chest.

Sam giggled at the man's antics, "Uncle Eddie's funny!" She laughed, causing (y/n) to smile, but look steadily at Eddie, who had frozen in his shocked ploy, but now the shocked face was incredibly real.

"Did she just say Uncle Eddie?" He asked cautiously, in case he had misheard her, Steve looked on in worry, hoping for both an explanation and to make sure Eddie didn't bail on the small family, instead the metalhead stepped closer to (y/n), asking a question with his eyes.

(y/n) simply smiled at him, "I wanted to have her named after someone close to me," She tried to explain, Eddie immediately interrupting.

"Her name is Samantha, that's nothing close to my name..." He pondered, (y/n) edged closer, taking his hand gently.

"Her full name is Samantha Elizabeth (l/n), I wanted to name her after your mom..." (y/n) looked off, hoping he wasn't angry at her, "I'm sorry if that wasn't okay, I just- I loved your mom and she meant a lot to you as well, so when Sammy was born, that was the first middle name I thought of when I saw her face-"

(y/n)'s rambling was cut off when Eddie pulled her into a hug, being mindful not to squash baby Jamie in the process, "Thank you." He whispered softly, pressing a teary kiss against (y/n)'s forehead in the middle of the frozen aisle.

After the hug was over, Steve watching smiling from the side, not wanting to disturb the peaceful moment between old friends, (y/n) wiped away her own tears. "Well after all that, I am hungry, so I say we get shopping done. You guys wanna come eat with us, I can make plenty?" She offered sweetly.

Steve could see Eddie getting ready to say yes and interjected, "As lovely as that would be, we have to get back to Robin, she'll be getting hangry..." Steve mentioned, causing the sweet smile on (y/n)'s face to droop slightly. Steve was concerned, was it really that hurtful to have to decline her dinner request? Or was she sad about something else? Like him mentioning a 'her'.

Eddie was still buzzing over everything, his old friend returning with two little cherubs, one named after his own mother, he kept chattering, "Robin won't mind, maybe we could invite her, you'd love her (y/n), Robin's our roommate!" He rambled, dancing around on the linoleum tiles, pulling faces to make the kids laugh, and succeeding.

(y/n) paused slightly, "Robin's your roommate? So not a girlfriend or anything?" She tried to ask as subtly as she thought she could be, it wasn't hugely subtle...

Eddie guffawed, a choked laugh, "She should be so lucky! No she's not into either of us in any way!" Eddie laughed, leading (y/n) to relax her shoulders slightly. Steve looked at (y/n), confused but slightly hopeful, maybe she was interested?

At the relaxation, she smiled again, a bright, happy smile, "Sure thing, the more the merrier!" She told the boys, who smiled in appreciation, wondering how that dinner would go... ____________________________________

Sorry this chapter took so damn long! It's been way too long and for that I cannot apologise enough... My brain has been a bit dried up recently, I'm hoping to get back into my writing slowly! I hope you enjoyed it! Xxx

If You'll Let Me - Sebastian Sallow x Reader

So this is the first Hogwarts Legacy fic I've done, I hope it's okay... This is what I imagine could have happened after the official ending and the you choose NOT to turn Seb in! Enjoy! Xxx ______________________________

3rd Person pov

The battle was over, and the hero of Hogwarts was suspiciously missing, nobody had seen her, which wasn't uncommon all things considered. But the war was over, what more could she need to do? Granted poaching was still on the rise, Hogsmeade wasn't crime free... Ranrok's loyalists weren't gone, even with Rookwood dead and Harlow in Azkaban, their followers were still causing problems, petty theft at best, kidnap at worst.

(y/n) still had her hands full, but more recently, she'd been disappearing without notice. Ominis was especially confused. He had gotten close to the hero following all of her help with Sebastian, let alone saving the school from being destroyed and defeating Ranrok. They would spend time together, studying for classes and gossiping about the going ons around the school, but recently, she had been galavanting off to some unknown location every Friday evening.

Sebastian still hadn't spoken to (y/n) since he thanked her briefly for not turning him in, he was stubborn, he believed that she could have done more for Anne. All he wanted was for his sister to be the way she was, to join him and Ominis at Hogwarts again... He hadn't really meant to ignore her, but it wasn't entirely unintentional. But now... Now he wanted to speak to her, wanted to apologise properly.

Anne was getting better.

It wasn't something anyone was expecting, the healers and St Mungos couldn't explain what was happening, believing it was simply a miracle, or maybe because Rookwood was dead, as the wizard that cast the curse, perhaps him dying was what reversed it. All Sebastian knew, was that he had been a bad friend, and an even worse person... He didn't want to be that person anymore.

So he decided he would have to find (y/n), there was no way of knowing where she was though, each day he searched he seemed to become more and more blind to the reality of where she was. But he did become much more sighted to the good deeds that she had selfishly performed. Little things. Returning a goblin's mooncalf, finding a child's lost toy, or a fellow student's lost heirloom. (y/n) was constantly placing herself under harm's way, when most people would have turned a blind eye, she didn't, simply because she knew she was capable, sticking up for those who weren't.

Sebastian hadn't understood before, but he did now, he had seen the risk she was putting herself under, the stress it must have caused her, the worry, the loneliness. She hadn't been able to tell many people what she was up to, not without revealing her ancient magic... She had trusted him, and he'd thrown that trust away, without a second glance. Ominis says the feeling he has now is guilt. Of course he felt guilty! What else would he feel for throwing away what he had with such a wonderfully special person!?

Now he was practically kicking himself, questioning every decision he'd made. Granted he knew most of the decisions he'd made recently weren't of the best calibre... But his friendship with (y/n) had been, it was one of the best decisions he had made! But he still couldn't find her.

Sebastian had tracked his way through every nearby poacher den, flooed to the furthest acromantula nest. He had even spent a day in a puffskein den because (y/n) had told him a few months ago how watching them bounce about made her laugh and feel better after a rough day.

Now he was standing in front of the ridiculous tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy trying to teach trolls ballet. He had heard of the Room of Requirement, had read diary entries of those who had supposedly come across it, and now he was trying to get it to reveal itself to him. It was the last room in the entire bloody castle he hadn't checked, it was the only logical place she could be! So he did what the diary entries had told him to, he paced back and forth in front of the tapestry, thinking. Willing it to appear in front of him.

And it did. A beautifully intricate door was willed into his existence. He looked around, nobody was watching, he opened the door and stepped in.

He knew there was nothing (y/n) couldn't do, but this was a lot. There were tables with magical plants and herbs growing, potions stations brewing a ridiculous amount of Wiggenweld and other duelling potions. (y/n) had always been prepared for any of the fights he needed her for, now he knew why. The room was huge, filled to the brim with interesting decorations and paintings, he could see the magical doorways that led to vivariums filled with beasts that she had saved from poachers.

He was so busy staring around the room in awe, he hadn't noticed a small house elf make his presence known. "Mistress (y/n)!" He cheered, "You're back from Feldcroft rather early, how did it all go?" Deek asked, before quickly shutting his mouth, seeing the freckled brunette instead of the Hero of Hogwarts. "Oh, Deek apologises... nobody ever uses this room except mistress (y/n)." He informed the confused teen.

Sebastian shook his head, "Wait, how long has (y/n) been using this room for?" He asked, curious, but also annoyed that she had hidden this from him.

Deek thought to himself before answering, he was usually under strict rules from Headmaster Black to answer all question put to him, honestly. So he did.

"Mistress (y/n) has been using the room almost since she first started the year at Hogwarts... Professor Weasley believed it would help her catch up on schoolwork..." Deek answered truthfully.

Sebastian's eyes flashed with hurt, he couldn't believe that (y/n) had been hiding this from him, from Ominis and Poppy and Natsai and Amit as well, probably. After everything they had done to help her! That's when another thing Deek had told him popped back into his mind.

"Hang on, did you say that she was at Feldcroft?" Sebastian asked slowly, confused. Why on earth would she be there? That's when he was reminded of his original purpose of entering the Room of Requirement, finding (y/n) so he could apologise for all he had done that year.

He said a quick goodbye to a very perplexed Deek, before making his way to the nearest floo station and travelling to his home village.

He searched everywhere he could think of, the duelling dummies, the farm, the ruins of Isadora Morganach. He was tired of looking, it was already so late, if he tried to get back to Hogwarts now he would be caught breaking curfew, so he decided to visit Anne, and stay the night there.

Anne had eventually made up with him, after he showed up crying at his uncle's funeral. As much as Solomon drove him mad, he was family, the last bit of family the twins had, and he had taken that away, so eventually, he had felt remorse.

Sebastian gave a brief knock on the wooden door before pushing it open, it was still his home after all. He went through, not finding Anne in the main room, so believed she was in her room. He once again knocked on the door, not hearing the gasps of both pain and relief.

Opening the door, he saw Anne laying peacefully in her bed, (y/n) sitting next to her, holding her hand. However, their joint hands were etched with thick veins of darkness.

(y/n) was gritting her teeth, presumably to avoid waking Anne from her very rare bout of peaceful slumber, but it was obvious how much pain she was in, much the opposite of how Sebastian was used to seeing the two. "What the hell is going on!?" He shouted, startling (y/n).

She broke the connection, the dark veins leaving her and Anne's arms. Her normally (e/c) eyes shot open, revealing bright, fluorescent red, which quickly faded. Sebastian's eyes darkened. "What were you doing to my sister!? You said that it was too dangerous to take away emotions, you hypocrite! If you could have helped her all this time, then why didn't you!? You've been lying to us all this time (y/n), why!?" He ranted.

She looked up at him calmly, her anger boiling silently under the surface of her skin. "Do you really think, that if I had wanted to help Anne sooner, I wouldn't have?" (y/n) asked calmly. "What would be my motive, just to get under your skin? I had seen what would happen if I tried to take any pain from your sister, I didn't want her to wind up a lifeless husk. And if I'm such a hypocrite Sallow, why would I even bother trying to save your sister now!?" (y/n)'s voice was rising quickly, a sign of just how angry she was.

"And if I'm such a liar, let's see if you can tell if I'm lying now. I've been spending the last few weeks here, taking your sister's pain and keeping it for myself? I just wanted to see you happy Sebastian! I have been researching endlessly, trying to find a way I could use what I have to help you both! Every waking moment since the battle happened, I have been tirelessly practicing, reading, writing, working. Just for you to shove it back in my face!" She shouted.

Sebastian was shocked, standing there blankly. "I-I'm so-"

"Oh you're sorry!? Really? After ignoring me for weeks, you only want to apologise now that you know I've done exactly what you wanted! I helped you find the scriptorium, I let you use the torture curse on me, I helped you find the crypt, helped with the inferi, saved you from Azkaban! What more can I do to prove to you that I care, that I love you!" She shrieked.

Sebastian was now even more shocked, stuttering and blubbering through his words. He was going to say something, the words were on the tip of his tongue, but he knew that whatever he said wouldn't be enough. Enough of an apology, enough of a reciprocation.

Instead he charged over to her, his heart melting when he saw the fiery glare in her eyes. He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her into his arms, pressing his lips against hers. Once (y/n) had gotten over her own shock, she melted into his arms, wrapping her own around his waist, relaxing into the kiss.

When Sebastian finally pulled away from the comfortable embrace, he sighed softly, "Nothing." He whispered, (y/n) looking at him in confusion until he finished his thought. "There is nothing else you need to do. Nothing I won't be there for now. I've thought you were one of, if not the most incredible person I have ever had such a pleasure to meet. I promised myself, I wouldn't do anything stupid, never push you away- Don't look at me like that, I know what I did!" He chortled.

"But I want to make up for it, if you'll let me?"

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I hope this was okay! Let me know if you want me to write any more Hogwarts Legacy stuff, I would be into writing for any character really! Requests are open! Xxx

Sorry! And is anyone interested in this idea I had?

So to begin with, I am sorry for dropping off the face of the earth for a while... Not that I think many people noticed, lol! But it's been a bit rough for me recently, I won't bore with details, but I am trying to quit a very bad habit (completely legal habit, but still not great) and I have been neglecting my writing...

Anyway! I have started writing my Spencer Reid x Charles Eppes inspired reader fic, I am really looking forward to people's reactions, but I have so many ideas for Spencer that I don't know where to begin, so, another poll! Help me!

First Ever Poll!

So I have been watching Criminal Minds and an idea came to me the other day, once I've gotten a bit further in the show, I wanna write a fic for (obviously) Spencer Reid! I wanted to mix it with episodes from other shows, for an example.

One of my favourite crime shows is the early 2000s show Numb3rs, if you like criminal minds and Spencer, you will love this show! But I wanted to take one of the main characters from that show and use them as a base for the reader, specifically Professor Charles Epps. You would still be reading an x reader story, but the dialogue for the reader will be coming directly from Charles Epps the mathematician!

I might also might mix some stuff from The Mentalist and Elementary too! This is all so that I can write a Spencer fic, using cases from other shows, to avoid spoiling anything for people just getting into the series! Anyway, would that be something people would be interested in? Xxx